She says I'm needy
I'm not
I'm Greedy

Nonstop kisses
and wishes
for her
and only her

is not because I'm needy
I'm greedy

Gotta give her enough kisses
so that she needs me
and only me

and that's not needy
that's just greedy

so baby
just need me.

Her love is so true
that she must share it with two

Or at least that's how you explain it to yourself
rather than believing that she has found a better lover than you

Americans for Prosperity?
Please provide some clarity
Prosperity for who?
Surely not humanity
This is pure insanity!

They’re Koching the books
And if we cared to look
We would see
They’re nothing but a couple of crooks

Putting profits before prosperity
Oh, the humanity!

Imagine the insanity
Resulting from the vanity
Of big money induced calamity

A disaster
Wielded by the master
To accelerate climate change faster
Those *******!

Now I’m not a pastor
And this is no sermon
Just a simple plea
From little old me

We must become a citizens united
No longer can we be divided
Or derided
As mere alarmists

Climate change WILL harm us
So we must arm ourselves,
With the truth
Even if we must constantly ask
What’s the use?

It’s the youth!
So open your eyes to the proof
And sing it with me

Carbon tax me mister government man!

I see the look in her eyes
that she so desperately tries to disguise
and I surmise
to be loved by her would be such an elegant surprise

I've killed,
I'll **** again

I'll keep killing,
until I can feel again.

I'm a hopeless romantic
spewing sociopathic semantic

I love you
I'll ******* cut you

I don't want to just *******,
I want to gut you

I love you,
just you

but *******,
cause you love two

better yet you love to,
hurt me

I see that ******* torch in your hand
put it down

set fire to the town
and then let's get the **** out

shut your mouth
get the **** back on the couch

I love you
I hate you

I could never ******* date you
Marry me?

Don't be scared of me
just continue to bury me

who's the sick **** now?

It's me
It's you
It's US
It's we

and now here we are
simply
FREE.

oh cruel world
just for once
can't you be kind?

a reply,
not even when you die.

Surrounded by lesser beings
has me feeling a heathen

I hear them talk,
and I can't even

but here she is,
the beacon

I'm freaking!

Have I finally found an equal?
A beautiful soul,
that's just a little bit evil?

The look in her eyes has me feeling so regal
the combined weight of our intellect
utterly lethal

is this even legal?

How?
How can one person be so perfect?

So lost,
yet so found?

I hope he knows she's perfect.
I hope he knows she's worth it.

I hope he sees her talent,
I hope he sees her creativity,

her proclivity
to take all the pain
and make something beautifully humane

A work of art on par
with someone who I will only ever know from afar

I hope he sees this star
and helps her shine brighter

But above all
I hope he fails,
I hope she bails

I hope she stumbles,
and fumbles,
and her world crumbles

if only to see,
what  the pain will come out to be.

I still talk to her
but it's never the same
she's changed,
yet she still remains quintessential her
and her is perfect
and I never deserved it

tried to grasp for her love
but it was never worth it
for I was worthless

curse this!

how the **** can I cure this?

A love so beautiful
with a girl so unusual

can I do anything useful?
I'd tell her how I feel
but I feel it wouldn't be fruitful

she's moved on
if she was ever there
and now another man gets to call her dear

News Flash!
He was already with her
and you were never in the ******* picture!

kiss your love goodbye

just another lonely night
spent trying not to cry
thinking you ought to die

until you reach for the bottle
grasping for any feeling of alive
any chance to drive
the lies from your mind

you search
but you never find

oh cruel world
just for once
can't you be kind?

a reply,
not even when you die.

Here I am
a young, lonely, crazy man
who just hatched up a crazy plan

to ****** back my sanity
and regain my vanity

in a world full of calamity
poetry will become my clarity

I say this with the utmost sincerity

In my mind,
rational thoughts have become a rarity

I'll take them back though!

with a knapsack,
a pen, and a pad

and a steady to desire
to no longer be
simply a fad.